Page 58 of Craving Her

“You,” she responds instantly.

Her ass is pink. It’s fucking beautiful. I stroke my hand over it, petting the warmed skin. At the same time, I flex the hand holding her pussy, tightening my hold before releasing and repeating the same thing over and over. I know my action is teasing her clit. She’s so wet, I can tell she loves what we’re doing. There’s no way to misunderstand it. I let my fingers press between her lips, seeking her clit. I stroke the swollen button before pinching it between her fingers.

“You’re new to what is between us, so I’m going to help you out, baby.”

“You are?” she gasps. Her body is trembling as I continue to work her clit.

“When we’re alone together, I’m Tor or Sir.”

“Okay,” she breathes, her body rocking into my hands. She stretches, trying to get what she needs. What my woman doesn’t understand is she will only get it when I’m ready to give it.

“Answer correctly,” I grunt, spanking her a little harder than I have before.

“Yes, Tor,” she pants.

I thought I’d rather hear her call me sir, but I was wrong. Having her whisperTor, makes my balls tighten and my dick throb. I lean down, running my tongue over her ass. You can see my handprint now and I love it so much I bite it.

“Fuck,” she hisses out. Skylar’s hips jerk back, her pussy quivering around my fingers, and her body shuddering. “Please, Tor, make me come. I need you,” she begs me so prettily. I kiss the bite mark and run my tongue over it once more.

I don’t know how I got so fucking lucky. My woman is perfect—she’s everything I could ever imagine wanting, not that I ever had before meeting Skylar. I’m never letting her go. I will tie her to me. I will use the pleasure I can bring her. I will feed the hunger that she has inside her. She doesn’t even realize what she craves—but I do. I’m definitely going to use that to my advantage.

I rake my fingers over and over through her slick, wet pussy—soaking them in the evidence of her desire. I make sure that with each stroke I torment her clit. “Do you want me to let you come, baby?” I purr, while continuing to work her with my hand.

“I’m so close,” she whimpers.

“Do you want my cock, Peaches?”

“Yes … Tor, please. I want you inside me.”

“Maybe I should withhold my cock because you’ve been such a brat.”

“Don’t!Please!I need you so much.”

“If I give you my cock, promise you’re going to be my good girl and give yourself over to me, Skylar. I need you to trust me totake care of you—no matter what.Always—even if you don’t like it. Trust thatIknow what’s best for you.”

“I do. I trust you so much, Tor. I belong to you. I always have.”

Hearing those words from her mouth fills me with fucking euphoria. This is the woman I’ve always needed in my life.She’s my fucking world. I slide my hand back, bringing it to her ass, raking it between her cheeks and painting the ring of muscle, pushing my fingers inside a little at a time. I begin with making quick strokes, teasing her, but making her muscles loosen and get used to what I want from her. Skylar tenses at first, but I pet her back and try to calm her nerves.

“Relax, Peaches. Give your body to me.”

She takes a deep breath and lets it out. As she exhales, my fingers slide a little deeper inside. I groan at the way her muscles clamp down on my fingers. Christ, she’ll break my cock unless I get her ready.

“Tor—” she whines.

I wonder if Skylar realizes the significance of using my shortened name each time she responds to me. I think on some level she must. To me, it’s a sign that I was worried about nothing. My woman is perfection.She’s made for me.

“We’re going to have to train your ass to accept my cock, Peaches. When things calm down, I’ll take you shopping, and we’ll find something to fill your ass perfectly and stretch it for my cock.”

“Oh, God …”

“Oh, I feel how much you liked that. Your whole body shivered in response. You’re made to please me, Peaches. When the time comes, I’m going to make you feel so good,” I promise her, as I push through her tight muscles and stretch out my fingers in the shape of a V.

“Fuck me,” she hisses. She buries her head in the mattress, her tits raking against the sheets, as she rocks her beautiful ass toward my body. It’s so beautiful I lean down to bite one of her milky globes while I close my fingers, only to open them back up.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to fuck you really good. I have so much to show you. You’ll see. I know what you crave. I knew the moment you let me make you cum in front of that fuck-head in the club that we were made for one another. I’m going to push you to your limits and you’re going to let me, aren’t you, Peaches?”

“Yes,” she responds.